Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.